The eerie silence of the dark parking lot was broken by your footsteps on the asphalt. You made your way over to a certain car, one with "Jax-001" written on the license plate. You climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door behind you before turning to face your friend....or at least, you hoped that was what he was. It took you a moment before you tried to speak.

"Jax-"

He lifted his hand to stop you. His head was still rested on the wheel, his face hidden from view, but you could practically sense his eyebags. His fast food uniform was still covered in stains and dirt.

"Not a word."